บท 70: A Prophecy of Worlds Unbroken Part 3

"I have been expecting you for quite a while," Terry's voice resonates with the accent of a rattling serpent. Contorting against the black coating them, Terry's lips shape around the vowels he speaks and pucker with the consonants.

Everything, everything about Terry's appearance contradicts the plainness of Terry's features.

A tsk erupts at the souls' frontline. Shuffling through the dust with his feet, Jinn looks Terry up and down.

"This look is not going for you," Jinn comments.

"I see you are as lively as always," Terry responds, apathy lazing on his tongue. "Follow me," Terry's robe drifts across the sand.

With Terry leading them through the center of the neverending army, Rosalind carries Daniel over her shoulder while trailing along.

Feng Mian tries to sneak to Jinn's side but Jinn pretends to inspect the souls' green, glowing auras in fascination, increasing his pace to keep as far away from Feng Mian as possible.